And we continue...

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"I just don't get why she didn't tell me, she couldn't tell me, but she could tell Santana?"

"Probably because she was afraid you'd react like this?" Rachel replied nudging the taller woman, "So, what's really the problem? Because you adore Brittany anyone can tell, so why the big blow-up?"

"What makes us so special? I mean I haven't even finished my apprenticeship...most Guardians wait years to meet their one, they help hundreds of people to show they're worthy, I've barely helped a dozen, and I don't even count you because Torch did most of the work on that one. So why do I deserve a second chance?"

"Why ask why? What good has it ever done to question the Big Guy's plan? He knows what he's doing, maybe it's his belief that you deserve this Quinn. Why can't that be enough?"

"Because I don't deserve it! I don't deserve her!"

"Well she seems to think otherwise and in the end isn't it her decision?" Rachel calmly replied to the agitated blonde's outburst.

Quinn sighed and turned her head away avoiding Rachel's imploring brown eyes.

"Well, it doesn't matter because I've fucked that up all to hell now, haven't I?"

"Oh, Quinn, you know you haven't. Brittany's worse then me when it comes to forgiving everyone." Rachel shrugged and when Quinn looked back her way the brunette was smiling benevolently.

"I said it before and I don't mind repeating, Torch is lucky someone like you can even tolerate her."

"What can I say," Rachel shrugged, "Hotheads, I guess that's something Brittany and I have in common." The tiny orphan replied with a smirk.

"Britts, I'm so sorry..." Santana placed a comforting arm around her best friend.

"It's all right, I mean at least she knows now right?" Brittany sniffled.

"Well, fuck her if she can't realize that you're great and she'd be lucky to be with you no matter the circumstances."

"San..."

"What? She's the one who's tripping out. So what if you didn't know how to tell her that ya'll are like cosmically betrothed, I mean who knows how to tell anyone somethin' like that? She should be glad it's someone as sweet as you and not some like fugly ass wench."

Brittany giggled slightly and then sighed. "What am I gonna do, San?"

"There's nothing for you to do, B, it's all Q's game now." Santana hugged the blonde to her.

"Come on B, let's get outta here." Santana pulled the nephilim up by her hands. The pair walked out of the library and into the vibrant sunlight outside.

"Where are we going?" Brittany asked after a few minutes of them silently walking.

"Where do you wanna go?" Her companion replied.

The nephilim shrugged and grabbed her best friend's palm swing their joined hands through the air. She was trying not to dwell too much on the whole Quinn situation and just enjoy the time with Santana. Since her friend had started dating Rachel their time together had been severely limited, not that she was jealous, she was glad that Santana had someone...she was happy for her, but sometimes she just missed her best friend.

"Hey, remember that time when we sabotaged all the junior Cheerios' lockers, man, coach was so mad...the look in her eyes, we shoulda figured then that she was friends with the devil." Santana chuckled with a slight nudge to the ribs.

"We shoulda known when she demanded we drink nothing but those smoothies..." The blonde giggle in return.

"Totes..."

The pair walked for a while reminiscing about their high school days and the shenanigans they use to pull. Brittany slowly began to not think about Quinn's angry disappearance, Santana was doing an excellent job of keeping her mind busy.

"Mind if I cut in?" The pair turned around to see a smirking Rachel with and awkwardly standing Quinn a few paces behind her.

Brittany let loose Santana's hand and smiled brightly at the younger girl.

"Hey babe..." The hellspawn closed the distance between her girlfriend and herself and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

"What do you say we take advantage of you having the day off and leave these two to talk it out?" Rachel whispered playing with her girlfriends fingers.

"Yeah..." Santana replied with a goofy grin, before straightening and glaring at Quinn "...fix this, Blondie, or else..." She placed a palm tightly around Rachel's waist and the couple walked off leaving an uncomfortable silence in their wake.

"Quinn, I..." "Britts..." They both closed the distance between them and began to speak at the same time.

"Please...hear me out first..." The Guardian spoke stuffing her hands into her pockets.

Brittany nodded and the smaller blonde proceeded. "I'm-uh s-sorry for the way that I reacted, that was definitely not my best moment, I was just shocked and admittedly angry at being kept out of the loop. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their "one", I just didn't think I was worthy of being that person."

"That's because you underestimate how special you are, but I see you Quinn, I've always seen how extraordinary you are." Brittany spoke quietly cupping a palm on the Guardian's cheek.

"I'm nothing special..." Quinn turned into the other woman's touch.

"Yeah, you are..." The taller blonde whispered sweeping down and pressing a kiss to the Guardian's lips.

By tomorrow night...we'll continue...hope this doesn't feel too rushed...

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